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April 12, 2006
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Oh, and also?
I forgot to mention--my coworker has herself a blog. She's callin' herself Kid Silk Haze, like she's a yarn boxer or something. Heh. She has a very cute pug, though, who will no doubt be featured on a regular basis. Read all about the brains behind Merv here.
Oh, and also?
I forgot to mention--my coworker has herself a blog. She's callin' herself Kid Silk Haze, like she's a yarn boxer or something. Heh. She has a very cute pug, though, who will no doubt be featured on a regular basis. Read all about the brains behind Merv here.
Bored now
I'm in such a rut right now. I want to blog but I'm sick of this one. I can't stand the way it looks; I'm tired of the title. I'm tired of the nom d'blog "Em" as well. I want to start over completely.
I think it has something to do with moving physically. I'm in a new location, a far better location, and the blog feels like a link to the old space that I want to put behind me. I spent part of the weekend, when I wasn't unpacking and organizing (and eating homemade pasta), trying to come up with a concept and theme for a new blog with a new host, because the idea of wiping the slate clean and starting from scratch was very appealing.
But this morning, as I got to work, it came to me. Go back to the beginning. Everybody Loves Saturday Night is currently the TV blog, but there's no reason why I can't use the title for my personal blog as well, as long as the two addresses are separate for RSS purposes. Or I can call it Another Saturday Night. Or Everybody Loves Saturday Night in Fort Greene (because I'm telling you, judging by the noise, everybody surely does). I don't know. All I know right now is that there will be some changes around here within the next couple days/weeks.
But for now, here is a picture of a very large cat in a drawer.
Bored now
I'm in such a rut right now. I want to blog but I'm sick of this one. I can't stand the way it looks; I'm tired of the title. I'm tired of the nom d'blog "Em" as well. I want to start over completely.
I think it has something to do with moving physically. I'm in a new location, a far better location, and the blog feels like a link to the old space that I want to put behind me. I spent part of the weekend, when I wasn't unpacking and organizing (and eating homemade pasta), trying to come up with a concept and theme for a new blog with a new host, because the idea of wiping the slate clean and starting from scratch was very appealing.
But this morning, as I got to work, it came to me. Go back to the beginning. Everybody Loves Saturday Night is currently the TV blog, but there's no reason why I can't use the title for my personal blog as well, as long as the two addresses are separate for RSS purposes. Or I can call it Another Saturday Night. Or Everybody Loves Saturday Night in Fort Greene (because I'm telling you, judging by the noise, everybody surely does). I don't know. All I know right now is that there will be some changes around here within the next couple days/weeks.
But for now, here is a picture of a very large cat in a drawer.
April 02, 2006
Settling in...
I'm in the computer room of my new apartment--the little room over the stairs, just off the bedroom. I love that we have this little space just because we're on the top floor.
My move to NYC four years ago was handled by a scam company--the kind you see on Dateline (I got all my stuff, eventually, thanks to my stepdad knowing a guy. My stepdad is the best kind of guy who knows guys. He might even be a guy other guys know. Maybe there's a whole organization of guys that people know that get things done. I digress). This move brought up some old ghosts and anxieties, even though I knew I wouldn't get conned again. Moving itself is so stressful, and I did have an all-out panic attack on Friday, when the piano movers were two hours late, making me almost miss my appointment to pick up the apartment keys...eh, all bridge water now.
The main move yesterday went off splendidly, despite one of the stairs in the old apartment building giving out. Yes, really. One of the movers was coming back up to grab some boxes and one of the steps gave way underneath him. He was unhurt, fortunately. But somehow I don't think that's the last I'm going to hear about it.
(side note: I used the movers recommended by Cari and Billy. I wholeheartedly recommend them as well, for anyone in the NY/NJ area. If you say you were recommended by someone, you get a discount. The rates are reasonable, and the movers are amazingly fast and considerate. I can provide contact info for anyone looking for movers--Cari can too, for that matter. Anyway, thanks again, Cari, for the rec.)
Scout was even OK for the car ride. Normally he yowls like someone is causing him physical harm, but after a few "Oh crap I hate this" utterances, he was quiet. When I let him out of his crate after the movers had left, he wandered around sniffing all the boxes, ate a little bit, and then hopped up on the dining room buffet (where he is totally not allowed under normal circumstances, but there were many box obstacles preventing me from shooing him off). Eventually he wandered into the bedroom as I was putting the new comforter cover on, and discovered that not only does the bed offer a much better view than before (see above), but that the windows themselves have wide enough sills for him to perch on and survey the goings on around town. It's a much, MUCH better view outside. There are, like, trees and stuff. The bedroom windows overlook a gorgeous budding tree--I'm going to ignore the implications for my allergies and just enjoy the progression of spring. So since Scout discovered the window sills, this is pretty much all we're getting out of him (this is the dining room window, which overlooks a pretty cluttered garden area and, in the distance, a basketball court/playground):
I swear, by the cuteness of my paw, one day I shall own you all.
Seriously--right now he's in the exact same position, only on the windowsill in the computer room. He left briefly to hop in my lap, and then decided minutes later that I wasn't as good as the windowsill. I mean, there are birds out there.
Oh, and then there was a marching band outside my window yesterday. Like the neighborhood was welcoming us in. Seriously--a marching band! They started up maybe around 4, 4:30 in the afternoon, and I heard them march away...and then around 7:30 or so they came back. I got this pic by leaning out of the bedroom window:
No idea what they were marching for, unless it was an April 1/Spring is Sprung deal. Or maybe they just up and decided to march. It felt a little like New Orleans, you know?
so now I'm just faced with the monumental task of unpacking...made even more fun by the lack of organization near the end of my packing. You know, when you just go around the place throwing things at random into boxes. And the movers boxed up some odds and ends, including a bag that I should have taken with me instead, and I have no idea where my jeans are now...
But I am so very happy.
Settling in...
I'm in the computer room of my new apartment--the little room over the stairs, just off the bedroom. I love that we have this little space just because we're on the top floor.
My move to NYC four years ago was handled by a scam company--the kind you see on Dateline (I got all my stuff, eventually, thanks to my stepdad knowing a guy. My stepdad is the best kind of guy who knows guys. He might even be a guy other guys know. Maybe there's a whole organization of guys that people know that get things done. I digress). This move brought up some old ghosts and anxieties, even though I knew I wouldn't get conned again. Moving itself is so stressful, and I did have an all-out panic attack on Friday, when the piano movers were two hours late, making me almost miss my appointment to pick up the apartment keys...eh, all bridge water now.
The main move yesterday went off splendidly, despite one of the stairs in the old apartment building giving out. Yes, really. One of the movers was coming back up to grab some boxes and one of the steps gave way underneath him. He was unhurt, fortunately. But somehow I don't think that's the last I'm going to hear about it.
(side note: I used the movers recommended by Cari and Billy. I wholeheartedly recommend them as well, for anyone in the NY/NJ area. If you say you were recommended by someone, you get a discount. The rates are reasonable, and the movers are amazingly fast and considerate. I can provide contact info for anyone looking for movers--Cari can too, for that matter. Anyway, thanks again, Cari, for the rec.)
Scout was even OK for the car ride. Normally he yowls like someone is causing him physical harm, but after a few "Oh crap I hate this" utterances, he was quiet. When I let him out of his crate after the movers had left, he wandered around sniffing all the boxes, ate a little bit, and then hopped up on the dining room buffet (where he is totally not allowed under normal circumstances, but there were many box obstacles preventing me from shooing him off). Eventually he wandered into the bedroom as I was putting the new comforter cover on, and discovered that not only does the bed offer a much better view than before (see above), but that the windows themselves have wide enough sills for him to perch on and survey the goings on around town. It's a much, MUCH better view outside. There are, like, trees and stuff. The bedroom windows overlook a gorgeous budding tree--I'm going to ignore the implications for my allergies and just enjoy the progression of spring. So since Scout discovered the window sills, this is pretty much all we're getting out of him (this is the dining room window, which overlooks a pretty cluttered garden area and, in the distance, a basketball court/playground):
I swear, by the cuteness of my paw, one day I shall own you all.
Seriously--right now he's in the exact same position, only on the windowsill in the computer room. He left briefly to hop in my lap, and then decided minutes later that I wasn't as good as the windowsill. I mean, there are birds out there.
Oh, and then there was a marching band outside my window yesterday. Like the neighborhood was welcoming us in. Seriously--a marching band! They started up maybe around 4, 4:30 in the afternoon, and I heard them march away...and then around 7:30 or so they came back. I got this pic by leaning out of the bedroom window:
No idea what they were marching for, unless it was an April 1/Spring is Sprung deal. Or maybe they just up and decided to march. It felt a little like New Orleans, you know?
so now I'm just faced with the monumental task of unpacking...made even more fun by the lack of organization near the end of my packing. You know, when you just go around the place throwing things at random into boxes. And the movers boxed up some odds and ends, including a bag that I should have taken with me instead, and I have no idea where my jeans are now...
But I am so very happy.
March 28, 2006
Things I Will and Things I Won't
So I'm thinking this is going to be my last post for a while. I just realized how much work I really have to do to get ready for the move on Saturday. And then I still don't know when the cable will get hooked up, which means I don't know when I'll have online access from home again.
And, uh, the Infinite Sock Project is being put on haitus for an indeterminate amount of time. I still pledge to knit all the Rhinebeck sock yarn this year, but...clearly March was not a good month for knitting.
Anyway. Oh, and by the way, I'm listening to the first Brooklyn Songcast Club's podcast (link via Cassie), and I highly recommend. Highly.
Anyway. I've been counting the days left in this craphole neighborhood. But I also want to recognize that this craphole neighborhood has been home for nearly four years, it's the first NY neighborhood that I lived in, and I want to give it some love. Not a lot, though. So here's my list of things I will miss, and the things I cackle with glee at the thought of never having to deal with again. And "miss" is rather relative, since I can come visit any time, and it's not like I'm never going to forge similar connections in Fort Greene.
What I Will Miss
1. My next door neighbor. I lucked out in living on the same floor as a very kind and considerate woman. We share a birthday. I'm never finding that again.
2. Carmine's pizza and the way they had computerized everything so I just had to tell them my phone number and they knew my address.
3. My morning guy. The one thing, really, that made this industrial cesspool feel like a neighborhood, was walking to the subway every morning and saying hello to the guy standing outside his business. At least, until he asked me, "How's Oliver?" Turns out Oliver is a dog belonging to someone he thought I was. But whatevs.
4. I'm sure, come next winter (unless it was like this winter), I am going to miss the two and a half blocks it took to get to the subway. And that my bank was right there by the entrance.
5. The guys at the T&A Deli. And the fact that I lived near a deli called the T&A Deli.
6. Uhhhhh. I think that's it.
7. Well, Zipi Zape. But I can go there any time.
What I Most Assuredly Will Not Miss
1. The noise. Oh dear god, the noise. Wait, I need to itemize the noise. #1 refers specifically to the auto shop noise.
2. The noise from the Noisy Noisersons, the Loudy McStereoblasters, the guys who listen to Tom Petty and I should not be able to tell you that, who live downstairs and tend to construct things from their ceiling at all hours of the night.
3. The noise from the trucks, the car alarms, the car stereos turned to 11 when they're parked outside my window with all the doors open so the whole damn neighborhood can listen to what sounds like the same damn song played over and over.
4. The sleazy guys outside the frontin' deli who leer drunkenly when I walk by.
5. That smell.
6. The dog shit everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. I know every neighborhood is going to have a problem with people not cleaning up after their dogs. But I have not yet come across another neighborhood where the sidewalks are practically lined with it. Every single sidewalk square on every single block: dog shit.
7. That Fresh Direct spurned my street when there was no other viable alternative within walking distance.
8. Lack of any decent drug store--my choices were the ghetto dollar place or the overpriced place.
9. Lack of any real nice place to eat within walking distance.
10. Lack of variety in delivery options. There's Carmine's, and up until recently Lily Thai--but the third time they screwed up my order...nuts to them.
11. The barely-there floors in this apartment. They may have been redone in the living room and office, but the floors in the dining room were not redone before I moved in, and they are in serious need of repair now. I am expecting one of the movers to put a foot through the boards on Saturday.
12. My lack of bathtub.
13. The yucky blue walls of this apartment. I have no plans to paint the new place. I welcome the coolness of the eggshell.
14. The L train. I ain't gonna miss the L train no more, no more. I ain't gonna miss the L train at all. I have to ride the L train maybe four more times total, and then that's it. No more. Except when I go to Zipe Zape.
Things I Will and Things I Won't
So I'm thinking this is going to be my last post for a while. I just realized how much work I really have to do to get ready for the move on Saturday. And then I still don't know when the cable will get hooked up, which means I don't know when I'll have online access from home again.
And, uh, the Infinite Sock Project is being put on haitus for an indeterminate amount of time. I still pledge to knit all the Rhinebeck sock yarn this year, but...clearly March was not a good month for knitting.
Anyway. Oh, and by the way, I'm listening to the first Brooklyn Songcast Club's podcast (link via Cassie), and I highly recommend. Highly.
Anyway. I've been counting the days left in this craphole neighborhood. But I also want to recognize that this craphole neighborhood has been home for nearly four years, it's the first NY neighborhood that I lived in, and I want to give it some love. Not a lot, though. So here's my list of things I will miss, and the things I cackle with glee at the thought of never having to deal with again. And "miss" is rather relative, since I can come visit any time, and it's not like I'm never going to forge similar connections in Fort Greene.
What I Will Miss
1. My next door neighbor. I lucked out in living on the same floor as a very kind and considerate woman. We share a birthday. I'm never finding that again.
2. Carmine's pizza and the way they had computerized everything so I just had to tell them my phone number and they knew my address.
3. My morning guy. The one thing, really, that made this industrial cesspool feel like a neighborhood, was walking to the subway every morning and saying hello to the guy standing outside his business. At least, until he asked me, "How's Oliver?" Turns out Oliver is a dog belonging to someone he thought I was. But whatevs.
4. I'm sure, come next winter (unless it was like this winter), I am going to miss the two and a half blocks it took to get to the subway. And that my bank was right there by the entrance.
5. The guys at the T&A Deli. And the fact that I lived near a deli called the T&A Deli.
6. Uhhhhh. I think that's it.
7. Well, Zipi Zape. But I can go there any time.
What I Most Assuredly Will Not Miss
1. The noise. Oh dear god, the noise. Wait, I need to itemize the noise. #1 refers specifically to the auto shop noise.
2. The noise from the Noisy Noisersons, the Loudy McStereoblasters, the guys who listen to Tom Petty and I should not be able to tell you that, who live downstairs and tend to construct things from their ceiling at all hours of the night.
3. The noise from the trucks, the car alarms, the car stereos turned to 11 when they're parked outside my window with all the doors open so the whole damn neighborhood can listen to what sounds like the same damn song played over and over.
4. The sleazy guys outside the frontin' deli who leer drunkenly when I walk by.
5. That smell.
6. The dog shit everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. I know every neighborhood is going to have a problem with people not cleaning up after their dogs. But I have not yet come across another neighborhood where the sidewalks are practically lined with it. Every single sidewalk square on every single block: dog shit.
7. That Fresh Direct spurned my street when there was no other viable alternative within walking distance.
8. Lack of any decent drug store--my choices were the ghetto dollar place or the overpriced place.
9. Lack of any real nice place to eat within walking distance.
10. Lack of variety in delivery options. There's Carmine's, and up until recently Lily Thai--but the third time they screwed up my order...nuts to them.
11. The barely-there floors in this apartment. They may have been redone in the living room and office, but the floors in the dining room were not redone before I moved in, and they are in serious need of repair now. I am expecting one of the movers to put a foot through the boards on Saturday.
12. My lack of bathtub.
13. The yucky blue walls of this apartment. I have no plans to paint the new place. I welcome the coolness of the eggshell.
14. The L train. I ain't gonna miss the L train no more, no more. I ain't gonna miss the L train at all. I have to ride the L train maybe four more times total, and then that's it. No more. Except when I go to Zipe Zape.
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